Jesus, Jesus, Jesus

 

Self instruction in the humanities,

Of sorts, its own ‘college of the liberal arts:’

Great Books, read through the knocks of door-to-door sales,

Concomitant rejection, and false starts;

Earl Nightingale; the excess of the eighties;

The scribbled song, the “next big hit”, the parts

I would play if I could play; breaking hearts;

Positive mental attitude cassette tapes.

Everybody is always counting something:

Degrees, poems, books, likes, and followers;

Churches count families and total tithings;

I tally too, without the call of editors,

(Humble priests number their homily writings)

Completely free to multiply the name of Jesus!

Gary Edward Geraci